[(Tipton, Halford) 5.03 from "Stained Cla**"] Racing' cross the heavens Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for ExciterSalvation bids to ask Everything he touches Fries into a crisp, Let him get close to you So you're in his trip, First you'll smoke and smoulder Blister up and singe When ignition hits you the very soul of your being will cringe. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone You'll never see him But you will taste the fire upon your tongue He's come to make you snap out Of the state that you are in Looks around and make you See the light again So much self-indulgence Results in shattered eyes Predominant complacency Leads to beguiling lies. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Salvation bids to ask When he leaps amidst us With combustive dance All shall bear the branding Of his thermal lance, Cauterising ma**es Melting into one Only when there's order Will his job be done. Stand by for Exciter Salvation is his task Stand by for Exciter Here he comes now Fall to your knees and repent if you please Who is this man? Where is he from? Exciter comes For everyone You'll never see him But you will taste the fire upon your tongue Racing past the heavens Straight into the dawn Looking like a comet Slicing through the morn Scorching the horizon Blazing to the land Now he's here amongst us The age of fire's at hand Stand by for Exciter Stand by for Exciter Stand by for Exciter Stand by for Exciter